Xel lets his eyes fly open, and he puts his fingertips together on a low bow, positively dripping sincerity. "Yareyare~e! Moushiwake arimasen deshita!* This miserable and churlish person will allow his most honorable customers to eat in peace, in the hopes that they will not allow his unforgivable trespass to intrude on their enjoyment of their humble and crudely fashioned meal and sincerely begs their forgiveness that they may return to patronize this unassuming hovel again!" He retreats without turning, bowing twice or twice more on the way, avoiding another table of diners (and Navarre, on the floor) as though he has eyes in the back of his head. Which, of course, he effectively does.